Well, here it is, the next instalment of Weasleys' Wicked Wonders. And this time is not just a one-shot, but a four-chapter story!

It's, I think, the kinkiest thing I've ever written, so I hope you enjoy it. My plan is to post it entirely during this first week of the year, but the actual pace will depend on how it's received.

Originally it was going to be pure smut, but, in the end, I couldn't help but add lots of family fluff as well. It's just I love Ron and Hermione's family so much.

This first chapter is just an introduction (though there is a sex scene, of course) but I hope it'll serve as an appetizer for the main course!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Making Plans

"Daddy!" yelled Hugo a bit too cheerfully as soon as Ron stepped out of the Burrow's living room fireplace, still wearing his Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes robes. Ron watched as his son got up from the floor, where he had been playing with Lily and Louis, and ran towards him.

"Hey, Little Man!" exclaimed Ron, grabbing him from under his arms to lift him up. "Did you have fun?"

"Yes!"

"Were you good to grandma?"

"Yes, but I missed you, Daddy!" he exclaimed again, and then put his arms around his neck, embracing him tightly. Ron narrowed his eyes.

"What have you done? Or what do you want?" he asked, lowering his son to the floor and crouching down to keep his face at the same level as his. Hugo was a loving child, but not as affectionate as Rose, and he very, very rarely, if ever, embraced him or Hermione in such an enthusiastic way while he was with his cousins, unless there was something he wanted. Hugo blushed a bit.

"Nothing, I just missed you," he said in that characteristic I-am-completely-innocent face that always told his parents he was hiding something.

"I told him Ginny and I are going to Paris this weekend and that he can comes if he wants and you let him," explained Harry, coming from the kitchen. Ron turned his head to look at his best friend and frowned at him.

"What?" he repeated in utter disbelief. "But — didn't you tell me you wanted a quiet weekend with Ginny after all the madness of the election and your promotion?"

"Yeah, but we got that two weeks ago, when Lily stayed with you and Hermione. Ginny and I talked yesterday and we think it would be nice if Lily came, but as she'd be alone, we decided to extend the offer and to take Roxanne, Louis and Hugo as well."

Ron stared at Harry as if he had grown a second head. "Let see if I get this straight: you want to take four children, four Weasley children," he emphasised, "to a weekend in Paris?" he asked, giving him a look that conveyed the message 'are you two insane?'

"They're going to go to Disneyland, Daddy!" shouted Hugo, the anticipation visible on his face. "Please, please, please, I want to go!"

"It'll be easier to entertain the four of them than just Lily," explained Harry matter-of-factly. "And you and Hermione deserve a quiet weekend as well. We all need it, after these last two months."

Ron couldn't deny that. Hermione's campaign before the election that had put her as Minister for Magic had been draining and hard, but the two months since then hadn't been easy, either. She had been working insane hours, at times even during the weekends. Things were slowly settling, but she was determined to have everything running smoothly so she could enjoy the summer with their family and go on that holiday they had promised themselves they would take once Rose was back from Hogwarts, in less than a month. Ron enjoyed his children very much, he had loads of fun with both of them, and so was looking forwards to that, but a weekend with Hermione, just the two of them … Fuck, that sounded simply wonderful. An idea, deliciously naughty idea began to form in his mind and he tried to keep an straight face as he focused again on Harry.

"Are you really sure?" he asked Harry.

"Yeah, we are sure," Harry said, almost rolling his eyes. "I wouldn't have told you otherwise, you idiot."

"So can I go?" asked Hugo, hopeful. "Roxie and Louis are going!"

"Well, first we've got to talk about it as a family," responded Ron. He looked at Harry. "Have you told Hermione?"

"I didn't see her today."

"Well, I'll Floo call you after dinner and give you an answer, okay?"

"Okay," nodded Harry.

Ron got up and walked to the kitchen to say hi to his mum, who was already preparing dinner, and his dad, who was happily playing with the smartphone Hermione had given him for his last birthday.

"Hi, Son. Would you like a drink?" he said, lifting his eyes from the device and nodding towards the bottle of wine on top of the table. Ron sat down on a chair and nodded. He was pouring himself some when Harry joined them, grabbing his own half-full glass.

"You really are sure?" he asked again. He really loved his children and all his nieces and nephews, but, together, they were a force — a destructive force — of nature. He sometimes wondered how his mum managed to keep them all in line.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I managed to beat Voldemort, Ron. I can manage with four children."

"Really?" replied Ron, making a pause to take a sip. "Sometimes I think that was far easier …"

"Ron!" his mum scolded him. "Don't you dare talk like that about my grandchildren!"

"Okay, okay," said Ron, and looked at Harry again, giving him a grin. "Well, Mate, if you're sure, I'm not complaining."

— o —

Ron and Hugo were working in the kitchen — Ron preparing a salad to accompany the roast his Mum (bless her!) had given him while Hugo set the table — when he heard the Floo activate.

"I'm home!" he heard Hermione say from the living room, causing an immediate smile to form on his face.

"Hi, Mummy!" shouted Hugo.

They heard footsteps and, a moment later, a weary but smiling Hermione appeared on the doorframe. "How are my favourite men?"

"We've got dinner almost ready!" shouted Hugo proudly.

"Fantastic, I'm really hungry. And it smells delicious, what are you making?" she asked, walking in and putting her right hand around Ron's back, resting it on his right hipbone.

"Roast and salad."

She looked at him in surprise. "You had time to prepare this?"

"Grandma cooked the roast, Mum."

"Thank you, Little Man," Ron said in a sarcastic but teasing tone. "I was trying to gain some points here."

"Points for what?" asked Hugo, staring at him curiously.

"Kissing points," replied Ron, knowing the effect those words would have on Hugo. And, effectively, a grimace formed on his freckled face.

"Urggh," he said with disgust, and left the kitchen.

Ron and Hermione laughed, and she turned to face him, her fingers playing with the neckline of his t-shirt. "I don't think you need more points, Mr Weasley," she said, teasing. "You're already the winner. By a large, large, margin."

"Is that so, Minister?" he responded in the same playful tone, his hands settling on her hips.

"Definitely," she answered before pushing her soft lips against his. Ron grabbed her waist and responded passionately.

"How was your day?" he asked when they pulled apart. "You look tired."

She sighed. "I don't know when the last time I didn't feel tired was, but work was okay. I think we're almost done with the changes in International Magical Cooperation. I spent in there almost the entire day. Thank Merlin for Kingsley, I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't accepted to become my advisor these first months. By the way, he offered to stay with me until after the summer if I need him."

"Really?" asked Ron, a bit surprised. "He was dying to start in his new post as responsible for Auror training."

"I know, but still he offered, which was really nice of him. But well, things are going according to our plans, and I'm sure in a couple of weeks or so we'll be able to say the transition is finally completed."

"I toast to that," Ron said happily.

"Me too," she added vehemently. "Do you need any help here?" she asked, looking around.

"Nah. Change clothes and take a quick shower if you want. I'll reheat the roast and pour you some wine meanwhile."

"You're a godsend, Ron," she said, resting her head against his chest. "I'm sorry for all the time I've been away working. I don't know what I would have done without you."

He smiled and cupped her cheeks, giving her another soft kiss.

"It's okay. As you say, it's almost over. And well, it's a turn on seeing you success, you know that."

She let out a laugh. "Well, if that's true I'm even sorrier, I haven't been very — affectionate in that sense these past weeks."

"Well, I'd say our sex life is better than the 95% of the population that have been married for almost fifteen years. And we had a very fantastic celebration the night of the party …"

She laughed again. "Oh, yes, that one was quite memorable."

"That it was. Now go get changed and comfortable and come back for dinner," he said, giving her a playful pat on her ass.

She grinned at him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the kitchen.

Ron kept working and, when she came back, fifteen minutes later, dressed in leggings and a t-shirt and with her hair still slightly damp, he passed her a glass of wine.

"Thanks," she told him, and took a sip. "Hugo, dinner!"

"Coming!" they heard him yell.

They sat down at the table, enjoying the delicious roast and the salad, having small talk about their day. Once they were done, Hugo looked at Ron with an expectant expression. "Dad, don't you have to tell Mum something?"

Hermione, who was looking at her son, moved her eyes to Ron, a questioning look on her face.

Ron couldn't help but smile at his son's subtlety as he faced his wife. "You know about Harry and Ginny plans this weekend."

"The little trip to Paris?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "Hard not to. Every time I run into Harry, he gives me that stupid smile and says, 'Only eight days before going to Paris! Only seven days before going to Paris!'" She shook her head. "One would think they're going there for a month instead of a weekend."

"Yes, well, they have changed plans a bit, and now they're taking Lily with them."

"Are they?" asked Hermione, a bit shocked. "I thought she was going to stay with Bill and Fleur?"

"That was the plan, but now they're taking her. They're going to that Muggle place — how did you call it?" he asked Hugo.

"Disneyland."

"Yeah, Disneyland. And they've extended the invitation to Roxanne, Louis and Hugo."

At this, Hermione raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Really? I thought they wanted a quiet weekend."

Ron shrugged. "That's what I told Harry when he informed me, but he said it was easier to entertain four of them than just one. Anyway, we need to tell them if we're letting Hugo go or not."

"Can I, Mum? Can I? Please, please, please!" he begged.

"It's 'May, I,' Hugo, I've told you a million times," she corrected her son before looking back at Ron. "Won't it be too much? Four children in a Muggle amusement park?"

"He says it's no problem."

"And you want to go, then?" she asked Hugo.

"YES!"

"What do you think?" she asked, directing her attention back to Ron.

"Well, my knowledge about Muggle amusement parks is quite limited, but I think he'll have fun."

"Okay then. But," she added, before Hugo could start jumping and cheering, "you'd better be on your best behaviour this week, young man."

"I'll be!" he promised, a big grin on his happy face. "Can — May I Floo-call Lily and tell her?"

"Yes, you may," said Ron.

Hugo ran out of the kitchen, and a moment later they heard the Floo connect. Hermione shook her head in amusement. Ron chuckled.

"I'll give Harry those child-tracking coins we sell, in case one — or all — of them gets lost in the park," he told her, knowing full well she'd start worrying about that.

"Yes, please," she said, nodding fervently. "You think it's a good idea, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Though I might not be thinking just about Hugo's happiness."

She arched an eyebrow at him, and he responded giving her a wicked smile.

"Well, it's been a long time since our last child-free weekend. And I was thinking we could make the most of it," he whispered, putting his right hand on her thigh and caressing it.

"Do you?" she asked, her eyes darkening a bit.

He nodded. "Tell me you won't have to work this Saturday."

"I'll make sure I don't have to work this Saturday," she said with a smile. "Have you made any plans, then? Are you taking me out for a romantic weekend and sweeping me off my feet?" she asked in an overly-dramatic tone.

Ron laughed. "As if you were one to be swept off your feet, Love. No, it's not that. Well, we can go for dinner and such, but I was thinking about closing the Floo and not let you wear any clothes until Sunday night."

"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "How selfless of you!"

"Exactly," he said, giving her a lopsided grin. "You see, George and I have finished another product for Weasleys' Wicked Wonders."

"Have you?" she asked, surprised. "That feeling-sharing potion? Is it ready?"

"Nah, not that. Turned out it caused really bad side-effects."

"Side-effects? Like what?"

"Well, we found out it feels really weird. Apparently it causes some sort of sensory overload and can make you sick. And, unfortunately, the other person can feel that as well, causing it to get worse and worse so — Well, let's say he and Angelina spent more time in the bathroom than having fun."

Hermione had a look of pure revulsion on her face.

"And you couldn't solve that?"

Ron shook his head. "No. We tried, but it seems it's not just a normal side-effect, but something intrinsic to the process, so we had to abandon the idea."

Hermione nodded, understanding. "But — why didn't you tell me?"

He gave her a sheepish look. "Well — I did. Though I think you were rather tired that day. It was that evening you had to attend that event at St Mungo's, remember?"

"Oh, yes," she said, and then her face dropping. "Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry. I feel like such an awful wife!"

"It's okay, Love," replied Ron, caressing her arm in a soothing way. "I can hardly complain about you not remembering every little detail I tell you, don't you think? It'd be very hypocritical."

"No, it's not okay," she insisted. "You know I love to talk about the things you two research, it's a field I really miss, as, for years now, my job has been mainly bureaucratic."

"Hermione, you're the bloody Minister for Magic. You've been very busy, it's okay."

"I promise I'll make up to you."

"Oh, I count on that," he replied with a wicked grin.

"So — what's that new product? Did you talk to me about it and I forgot as well?"

"Nah, I haven't mentioned it because we didn't think it would work. George spoke to me about it around three months ago or so. At first I thought it made no sense, but he had a breakthrough and we managed to complete it. The question is, how do you —"

But he couldn't finish the sentence, as Hugo came back running, looking very excited. "Uncle Harry told me they're leaving just after lunch on Friday, and for me to be at their home at two o'clock! We'll be back for Sunday dinner at grandma and grandpa's."

"Okay," said Hermione, and got up to start cleaning.

"Daddy, want to play with the console?" Hugo asked Ron, a question he rarely, if even, answered with a negative. He didn't get very well how that thing worked, and he always, always lost, but he was amazed by the thing. "I do, but wait for a bit, we've got to clean —"

"I'll do it," interrupted Hermione. "It'll be just five minutes, Ron. You two go and have fun."

Ron nodded and followed Hugo to the living room, where they sat at the sofa, controllers on their hands. Hugo turned on the console and put the fight game they loved so much. When Hermione came about five minutes later with a glass of wine and perched herself on her favourite armchair, placing her feet on the footstool, Ron and Hugo were deeply engaged and making an insane amount of noise as they shouted at their avatars on screen. Hermione gave them that smile that was half amusement and half condescendence at their childish behaviour and then used her wand to cast a modified Soundproofing Charm around her head, something she had started to do after trying to get them to be les noisy and failing completely. She could still hear them if they talked to her, but this way she was able to read in relative quiet.

While he waited for the next combat to start after another victory from Hugo, Ron glanced at Hermione and couldn't help but think about how incredibly lucky he was. His life was everything he had always dared to hope for and much more, having the most amazing wife ever and two wonderful, incredible children that he loved with all his heart and with whom he truly enjoyed spending his time.

"Ready to lose a third time, Dad?"

"Yeah, yeah, laugh at your father. One day, I swear, I'll make you bite the dust."

Hugo laughed cheekily. "You always say that."

About one hour later, after another ten embarrassing defeats more, they called it a night. After making sure Hugo was in bed, Ron and Hermione went to their bedroom to get ready for the night. Once under the covers, she propped herself on her left elbow and looked at Ron. "We've got a conversation to finish."

He stared at her in confusion for a moment, until he remembered what she was talking about. "Oh, yeah," he said, nodding.

"You were about to ask me something," she told him, curious.

"Yes. Well, you see, I wanted to know how you feel about having a threesome —"

"A threesome?" repeated Hermione, her previous curious expression suddenly replaced by a deep scowl. "You'd better don't tell me you want that big breasted idiot from Muggle Relations that hit on you during the Ministry Christmas Ball to get in bed with us!"

"What?"

"You heard me," said Hermione. "And if it's not her, then who? Because it's a woman, isn't it? Whenever a man suggests a threesome, they always mean them and two women!" she exclaimed scathingly.

Ron stared at her, open-mouthed and completely dumbfounded at her sudden anger. "You hear people talk about threesomes a lot?" he asked (rather stupidly, he had to admit).

Hermione glared at him, her eyes clearly telling him not to keep pushing her buttons. "You know what I mean, Ron."

"Well, yeah, I was thinking about two women, but —"

Hermione's scowl intensified. "So what — am I not enough for you?" she asked, incensed, and Ron could tell she was hurt, and in the path to an explosion of anger.

"You're more than enough," he said quickly. "I said two women, Hermione, I never said anything about other women."

She stared at him, frowning, as if deciding whether he was playing with her or not. "Ron, you're making no sense at all. Care to explain?"

"I would, if you let me talk," he replied as calmly as he could. "Look, the new product of Weasleys' Wicked Wonders is called Weasleys' Wizarding tWinner."

"What in the name of Merlin does that mean? And what does that have to do with a threesome?"

"Well, as the name suggests, it's a potion that — well, that makes twins. In a sense."

"A potion that makes twins," she repeated in a flat tone.

"Yeah. Sort of like the Gemino spell, but for people."

"WHAT!?" she exclaimed, completely astounded.

"What you heard. I also thought it was ridiculous when George first told me, but it turns out it's possible. Apparently, the idea comes from when Fred and George were teenagers. They used to joke about the two of them being with one woman at the same time, and that it would be amazing if they could duplicate her — Yeah, yeah, I know. Disgusting," he said, seeing the expression on Hermione's face. "In any case, he remembered about it and has been giving that idea some thought since the success of the stamina potion. Of course, we couldn't have done it without Anna, that girl is a genius when it comes to experimental magic."

"Yes, she was doing a fantastic job in Experimental Charms until you two stole her from the Ministry."

"We didn't steal her. We offered her twice the salary the Ministry was paying her."

"Yes, well," she said in her I-do-not-agree-but-I-won't-argue voice. "Go on."

"Right. Well, we got it working. So basically, you take the potion and it divides you in two identical copies."

Hermione was staring at him in absolute awe. "It really works?"

"Yeah. Of course, we had to tweak a lot of things, because it's a rather intense experience. The first time we tested it, Humbold vomited and had to lie down for a long time. It took hours for the confusion and the headaches to disappear, because the connection between the two twins was too strong. But we managed to overcome those problems."

"But it hasn't been approved yet."

"No. We plan on submitting the forms next week."

"So you take the potion and there're two of you?" she asked, and Ron could see her mind was already swarming with ideas and possibilities.

"Yeah, basically, though it has several important drawbacks. I mean, it's not exactly as if there is two of you."

"You can't duplicate the magical power of the person," said Hermione. "It's that, right? That's the problem with the Gemino spell as well."

"Yeah. The magic divides itself as well, so, during the time the person is divided, they can't perform any advanced or strong magic at all. But that's not all: your mind remains somewhat entangled as well, so you can't really have each twin thinking about two completely different problems at once. A shame, or it could be a good asset for the Auror Office. But as it is, Aurors drinking it would be rendered practically useless. And if one of them is hurt, the other is hurt as well. We tried a Stunning Spell during one of the tests and both of them passed out."

"It makes sense," she said, nodding. She seemed to get lost int thought for a minute, but then her gaze focused again on him. "You want me to take that potion, so you can have a threesome with me," she added.

"Yeah. That was my first idea. A threesome with two of you. But, as we've got an entire weekend, we could both take it, if you're interested in having two of me."

Hermione stared at him in awe, but he could tell she was contemplating the idea.

"Have you tried it?"

"No, I haven't."

"And George?"

Ron's face dropped. "Umh, no. He refused. He feared it would be like — like —"

"Oh, Ron!" she said, understanding at once and covering her mouth with her hand. "It would be like having Fred back. Sorry, I'm so stupid!"

"It's okay," he said. "But yeah, that was the reason," he added, his voice hoarse. "George was excited that it worked, but said he wouldn't be able to test it for sex, and even if he were, Angelina would never be okay with that."

"Yes, I can imagine."

"The rest of the tests to ensure we got rid of the rest of the bad effects were performed by Anna and Marcus, so it's safe. We just have to test how it works in bed. If you're up for it."

"You get two of me at the same time, and I get two of you."

"Yeah."

"Sounds … interesting."

"Really?" he said, a grin forming on his face.

"I had never thought about a threesome before, to be honest. But with two of you …" She fell silent for a moment, and then spoke again, "So — what do you expect, exactly? Do you — do you want me to — to touch my other me?"

The idea made Ron's cock harden at once. "Well, I dunno. If you feel comfortable with it … It'd be hot, that I can assure you."

"And you would touch your other you as well?"

For a moment, he imagined himself touching his cock, but attached to another body identical to him, and he didn't know how he felt about that. He shrugged. "I don't know, either. Let's not plan that much ahead. We should just see how it goes."

"Yes, I suppose that's the best idea," she said, biting her lower lip. "I'm looking forward to it, if I'm honest."

"Are you?" he asked, his face lighting up.

"Yes. As I told you, I had never thought about it, but now that you put the idea in my head … Having four of your hands on my body … two mouths sucking my nipples at the same time …" Ron saw her squirm a little and his arousal grew tenfold.

"Fuck, you're turned on," he said, moving one hand to cup her bare ass under her nightdress.

"You're one to talk," she replied, placing her small hand on his bulge.

"I won't deny I'm horny as hell, Hermione."

"Well, I'm rather tired, but maybe we could — I don't know, relieve the tension a bit. Make the wait … easier."

"Hermione, have I told you I love the way you think?"

She let out a laugh that barely lasted a few seconds because, a moment later, she was pulling down his pants, freeing his hard cock. They kissed hungrily as he stroked him, making him whimper into her mouth, and then she mounted him, lifting her nightdress so her bare pussy was in contact with his dick. She grinded against him for a bit, letting her juices coat his shaft as they snogged passionately, and then she lifted her hips in invitation. With practised ease, Ron put his dick against her soaked entrance and then she slammed down, taking him to the hilt and eliciting groans of satisfaction from both of them.

"Gods, Ron!"

"Fuck, Hermione … Love your pussy …"

They snogged passionately as she moved, slowly at first, but, when their need became too much, she sat up, bouncing harder while using his chest for support. Ron's hand moved to her shoulders and pulled down the straps, revealing her jiggling tits. His hands cupped and squeezed them hungrily while she rode him faster and harder, their arousal skyrocketing towards a breaking point.

"Ohh, Ron, I'm almost there! Almost there!"

"Already? Fuck, yeah! Come on, ride me! Cum on my cock!"

Hermione threw her head backwards and began to ride him wildly, giving him the most amazing view, the one only him got to see, and he felt his balls contract, ready to fire.

"Ohh, Gods, Roooon!" she shouted as her body convulsed, her pussy tightening rhythmically around his dick. "Oh, yes, yes, yesss!"

"Fuck, Hermione!" he growled.

He let her ride it out, and then, needing to cum, he pushed her down on the bed and, putting her legs on his shoulders, pounded her savagely, watching his glistening dick enter and exit her pussy at a frantic pace.

"Shit, gonna cum!"

"Do it! Do it, Ron! In me!"

Ron pressed down against the back of her legs, practically upturning her, and then moved one hand to her tits, squeezing hard as his dick swelled and then exploded, spilling his pent-up load into the depths of her perfect cunt.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, Hermione!" he groaned in utter satisfaction, his hips spasming as he let it all out. Once he stopped cumming, he gave her a couple of shallow thrusts and then rolled off her, letting a sigh of pure bliss.

"Are you okay?" he asked after a moment, grabbing her hand with his.

"Mmmh," she purred contentedly. "I feel wonderful. Even if it turns out the experiment fails, it already helped us get a good orgasm."

"I agree completely, Love. I agree completely," he said, smiling blissfully.

They had cleaned themselves, and were already under the covers, ready to fall asleep, when he heard Hermione say, "Ron?"

"Yeah?" he asked, opening his eyes.

"The name initials. Why not three 'W's? Wasn't that the original idea? Like you did with Weasleys' Wondrous Wand and Weasleys' Writhing Witch?"

"Well, George tried to find a name that matched that pattern. He racked his brains for days, but couldn't find a good one, se we settled for that. It suits it, after all, don't you think?"

"Well, according to the description, yes, it does."

"There's an 'W' in each word, though, so we'll simply use a lowercase 't' and an uppercase 'W.'"

"Good idea."

Silence filled the room once more, until Ron asked, a smirk on his face.

"Can't stop thinking about it, can't you?"

"No," she said meekly, and Ron could almost see her blushing. His smirk became wider, willing for the next three days to go by as quickly as possible.

He was ready to fall asleep once more when a sudden idea struck him. "Hermione?"

"Hmm?" she asked, sounding tired but utterly content.

"That girl from Muggle relations …"

"What about her?" she asked, her tone edgy.

"She's still working at the Ministry, right?"

He could almost feel her frown. "What do you mean by that? Why wouldn't she be?"

"Well, Love, you've got quite a bad temper when you're jealous, and now you're the Minister …"

"I'm not jealous of her!"

"Okay, okay, don't get your knickers in a twist. It was just a question."

She harrumphed. "And for your information, I haven't got a bad temper when I'm jealous, either," she added after a bit.

"Of course, Love," he said, but couldn't help but mutter, in a very, very low voice, "Ask the canaries."

"I heard that," she said. "And though you already know how much I regret having using them, keep in mind that I can cast crows as well."

Ron didn't say anything, and closed his eyes, ready to sleep, with a big grin on his face.

Yes, Ron and Hermione are going to have a threesome with just the two of them!

Excited?

Expect next chapter very soon!